"Chestatee Tea" by D Spy Man, February 2012
Disclaimer: All the characters are the product of fiction. Any resemblance to the real characters are of a pure coincidence. No intention was made to insult anyone for any reason.
AN: This story is an act of fiction. No one is should attempt to act in the same manner as described.
Summary: The hills and mountains of northern Georgia are said to be full of gold. One just has to know where to look. Placer gold is gold that has traveled from it's original source due to erosion, and receding ice flows.
After reading that panning for gold doesn't have to be high tech, and gold can be collected using a simple high-sided metal gold pan, Beverly Hill called Kennesaw Historical Society, Inc. at 2829 Cherokee St., Kennesaw, GA 30144 and applied for the position in Europe.
- Well ... usually only young girls apply ..., came the formidable answer.
- I am 34? Her voice was tight in expectation. A mixture of desperation and anxiety.
- Like I said ..., elderly male voice whimpered at the other end of the telephone line. You can still come though ...
And she did. She joined Kennesaw Historical Society wishing to work as a prostitute in Europe in order to be able to dig some gold there since North America did not have that many wars and its history sucked in comparison to the ancient civilizations of Europe.
After being refused for Europe since she "did not meet the standards" that johns of European Union asked for, she got frustrated and decided to dig some gold in Georgia instead.
It required a little bit of skill in swirling water and gravel out of the pan, while keeping and allowing the gold flakes to accumulate at the bottom of the pan without losing them. She did not expect to get rich quick panning for gold, but it was a fun activity for those that are jobless and those old with wrinkles that wished to die and leave secrets to their offspring, especially if a gold nugget happened to turn up in the bottom of the pan.
While using a 1/2 inch classifier just to sort out the bigger junk rocks and make life a little easier, she was suddenly aware of the shadows around her. It was getting dark as well.
- Hello? She lifted her hand as if to protect herself. Anyone there? She immediately realized the danger of digging for gold alone in the Chickamauga & Chattanooga National Military Park or the Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park. For a moment she even thought some guys from the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management were playing tricks on her.
But when the first arrow hit her just underneath her left shoulder, searing pain and the burning sensation made he realized someone had a definite grudge against her activity. Second arrow got her in the neck, piercing the neck artery, making her bleed profusely. Third one probably came from a child since it hit her in the anckle area, missing her thigh for couple of inches.
In those last moments of consciousness she could hear the hawk above her, searching for its prey.
A week later, John Reed, who used to be called Johannes Reith before emigrating to US, and P. Albert Carpenter, local resident, were sipping tea in Kennesaw Historical Society, Inc. at 2829 Cherokee St., Kennesaw, GA 30144.
- Stubborn beech ..., John spat dry on the ground and Albert nodded, swinging in his chair. He knew well that it took a lot of practice for Europeans to immitate southern accents in the USA.
- At least she showed us where to dig ..., he rasped, laughing harshly.
Soon they were laughing whole heartedly, watching locomotive engines that were potrayed in sketches on the wall. A small electrical train was passing through the model ravines, over small, plastic bridges and through the tunnels, making its usual toy humming noise.